Loss of Hardest Puzzle

I looked for my puzzle upon the shelf
Down in basement where I hadn’t been
At my Grandma’s house few months back.
I tried to find its purple border cover
With picture of star constellations
Dotting black night sky.
I wanted to get it out
Bring it into work
To show my puzzle companions
How hard it was to do.
But no, I couldn’t find it.
I looked to where I thought it was
I opened shelf doors; I peeked under
Stacks of old paper to no avail.
It is now loss perhaps thrown out.
I remember how hard it was.
Would take me months to do by myself.
It was hardest challenge of puzzle I had ever done.
I would be proud when I finished.
For every piece was black with
Only speckling of light colors
Which be rings or form a constellation.
I would pour over every piece
Trying to connect to finish picture.
It brought me a sense of accomplishment
When I would place the last piece in.
Now I know there are other puzzles
Some as challenging as the one I lost.
At least I have memories of
Working on the puzzle during summer months.
It was a puzzle that always kept me busy.
The puzzle will always be why
I enjoyed putting puzzles together all my life.

April 30th Prompt: Write an elegy to an object you or someone else lost and never found.

Meditate With Depression

Why do you haunt me night and day
A dark cloud hanging upon my head
You seem to suck the thoughts out
Letting me wander aimlessly;
You make me want to stay in
Take the blanket pull it up around me
To hug a pillow close as it might slip away
What is left in mind that you have taken?
You press the weight down so I can not breath
But you haven’t taken my creativity
That blossom out of the artist struggling within

April 29th prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

At The Farmer’s Market

Picked with care organic fruits and vegetables
Washed and wash until they shine like morning sun.
Each placed in a carton or basket waiting to go
They head to a farmer’s market waiting to be picked out.
The day is nice; farmer sets his natural organic food
For anyone who amble by to check what is available for the week.
Atmosphere relax; not the go go of a grocery store
Customers linger talking with farmer about their food.
Its laid back as food is picked out and place carefully in bags.
There’s music welcoming customers to come on in.
Each week farmers may have something different
Its worth the trip to try to save money
Knowing that you are getting fresh vegetables and fruits for meals.

April 29th Prompt: The Georgic was originally Virgil’s very long poem on farming. Write a shorter, modern georgic on one aspect of farming today that you are familiar with. If farming is a far cry for you, think about grocery shopping, a farmer’s market, GMOs or a farm buying club.

Poetry Comes In Different Ways

Poetry comes from a little spark
Words slowly light to full flame
Growing larger until a poem takes shape.
The flame will settle down
Words burn within at last
To last for all to read.

Poetry is also kneaded through it folds
Taking shape to different forms
To create a creation worth eating.
Each bite worth the words to hear
Rhyming and metaphors abound within
The nooks and crannies pack with lines abound.

Within my soul my poetry comes
Slowly one word; a phrase
Stirs me to write a poem.
I sometimes see a poem take shape
Lines forming weaving across my mind
That is when I write my poetry down.

April 28th prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

Bones Rattle

Pallor bones rattle the night
Chanting their melodies as to put the soul to rest.

Taken from Darkness crawls… that I wrote on 3/8/17

April 28th Prompt: Go through your own poems and look for one line or two lines that could stand alone as very short poems, like this from Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poem “Spring”:
Nothing is so beautiful as spring
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.

Then What Could Death Do If Thou Shouldst Depart

My remixing of Shakespearean sonnet was to take different lines from any of his sonnets and try to come up with something totally different. A challenge to try to find the right rhyming words.

Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
How can I then be elder than thou art?
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
O’ercharg’d with burthen of mine own love’s might.
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
What means the world to say it is not so?
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
In winged speed no motion shall I know,
To find where your true image pictur’d lies,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
Or I shall live your epitaph to make.

April 27th prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

As Years Continue To Go By

Years go by in a blink of an eye. (Yeah,
too fast I can’t remember them).
Where they go nobody knows.
Short they grow with each passing hour.
Like dreams fading in the wind. (and out my ear-)
Many years of remembering, (oh, please not true)
Only to forget each one.
Old age takes its grip into its iron hand.
It clouds the years forever,
Only to be awaken again

April 27th Prompt: Take one of your poems and, in three places, insert a parenthetical comment about the poem or your writing process, like “(I’m getting near the end here)” or this example from a Brenda Hillman poem: “(agonized/ by the glazed multitude/ of unusable lines—).”

Let Me Be Your Eyes [Revision]

Decided to use this old poem I wrote few years back and added a couple more lines with another line of repetition.

Let me be your eyes,
For you were born blind.
I am your service dog,
Forever you will be in my care.
I will be your eyes,
When we go out and round town.
I will rescue you from harm
When danger draws near.
Let me be your eyes,
I will guide you around house
So you won’t bang into walls.
Let me be your eyes,
For I will know what to do.
I was trained well
And was specially selected for you.

April 26th prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

Dog At Play

Tail wagging back and forth.
Dog laying down playing with stuffed penguin.

She licked her toy as if to say I love you.

Up she made a dance towards toy.
Darting in and out with grace.

Grabbed her toy with such gusto she could muster.

She swung stuffed toy from to side to side.
Shook it with such intensity.

Toy flung from her mouth to land on floor.
She stared shaking her fur; she lunged toward it.

Toy in mouth she ran to stair landing.
Dropped it by the stairs as she took to racing.

Around room she zoomed at top speeds.

Quick stop she peeked around the chair
Panting, tongue rolling out of mouth.

She padded into kitchen with toes clinking on floor.
Bows head to drink deeply from water bowl.

April 26th Prompt: Write 10 one- or two-line poems on one subject, however loosely related to the subject. Put them together, arranging and rearranging, and title them as one poem.